With Love, Kylie

16. "Would I rather see her fight, instead of here?"

2016 July 11

Hospital

8.39 am

I was laying on the couch, looking at my sleeping grammy, who was breathing heavily. I looked up at the ceiling and started to close my eyes too.

"I'm here!" Someone entered the room. "Oh my god!"

"Mum?" I looked towards the door.

She had dark circles and swollen eyes. She was breathing heavily - probably because of running.

"How long was she in here?" My mum sat near grammy and took her hand in hers.

"Ten days." I sighed. "You weren't by her side for a few days only."

"I," Her voice cracked. "I'm such a horrible daughter..."

"Mum..." I sighed again. "I'm just stressed out."

"You're not the only one." My mum gave me a weak smile. "How... How is she?"

I sighed once again, "She slept for two days straight. The doctors don't tell me what's wrong with her!"

"You should take a nap. I'll sit with her."

As soon as my mum said that, the nurse came in with injections.

"Excuse me, what are those for?" My mum asked.

"This big one," She took the biggest one with a blue stripe. "It helps to contain sugar level." She took the other one. "This one helps to lower bone pain." She sighed. "And this one helps to contain her fever. She can't swallow the pills, because it's too hard for her to swallow even soft food." She squirted some cream to her hand and applied it to grammy's body. "This helps remove petechiae -  tiny red spots that can burn." The nurse nodded for some reason and left.

My mum was in a thought for some while and then spoke up, "You think, she's going to be alright?"

"Well, she's fighting. And that's a sign."

"Who is she fighting?"

"Herself."

2016 July 21

Hospital

5:59 am

I woke up in a sofa chair with my head on my grammys bed.

"Nice day, huh." My mum suddenly said, looking through the window at the rising sun.

"Mum?" I asked, worried.

"Joane." She started and sighed. "Joane found a letter to all of us. Me, you, Brett and the maids."

"Cut the crap, mum. This is not funny."

"See it for yourself." She handed me an envelope and left with red eyes.

I carefully opened the envelope and saw a whole page full of words.

Dearest Kylie,

If you're reading this, you either found this while surfing through my stuff or... I'm dead. I guess I'll never know.

I am writing this not as a "goodbye letter". Instead, it's a thank you letter.

I know you for sixteen years. Each year you never cease to amaze me.

When you were just born, you were so similar to your mother - light skin, but not too light and big blue eyes;